To lay about you in a rage is easy enough.

But rage is tiresomely liable to defeat its own object and make you make a fool of yourself.

Any unfurling of the flag would be useless, and worse than useless, unless it heralded victory sure and complete--Damaris realized this.

So she kept a brave front, although her pulse quickened and she had a bad little empty feeling around her heart.
Fortunately, however, for her side of the campaign, Theresa--emboldened by recapitulation of her late boastings at the Miss Minetts' tea-table--hastened to put a gilded dome to her own indiscretion and offence.

For nothing would do but Damaris must accompany her on this choir treat! She declared herself really compelled to press the point.